20/12/2023 की प्रतियोगिता का विषय है “Curosity“ हमसे जुड़े हुए प्रतिभावान कवियों के कविताओं को पढ़िए । प्रेम, डर, और अंधकार ऐसे कई मायने होंगे जो कवियों के दिल को भावुक रखते है । ऐसी भावुकता का हम आदर करते है और उनकी भावनाओं को निपुण बनाना ही संकल्प है हमारा । हम हर रोज किसी न किसी विषय पर अपने व्हाट्सएप्प ग्रुप में Daily Challenge प्रतियोगिता के माध्यम से लेखकों तथा कवियों को उनकी बातों को कलम तक आने का मौका देते है । और जो सबसे अच्छा लिखते हैं । आप उनकी लेख इस पेज पर पढ़ रहे है

The theme of the competition for 20/12/2023 is “Curosity“. Read the poems of the talented poets associated with us. Love, fear, and darkness are the many meanings that keep the hearts of poets emotional. We respect such sentiments and it is our resolve to make their feelings adept. Every day, we give an opportunity to writers and poets to put their thoughts to pen through the Daily Challenge competition in our WhatsApp group on different Topic. And those who write best. You are reading those article on this page.

Curosity

Curiosity
Like many other things
Is both good and bad
Good , when it
becomes a quest
And interference in curiosity “s garb
Becomes a pain in the neck.
Can anyone tell me
Why does a chapati always have to be round
And why does every falling object
Invariably touches the ground
(( Good curiosity ).
Why are so & so filing for a divorce
And why did so & so aunty marry her daughter with force
( Bad curiosity ).
Shompa Banerjee

Curiosity….
lil steps towards the mysterious door.. what’s out their even if the path is foggy or even if it is full of thorns..
Sometimes risky..sometimes riddles are fun to go on with..some unsolved , some skipped but all heart wants to open the door that gives a sign of immense urge to see what’s the next side of it.. a pleasure to open up what’s always hidden yet used to welcome the soul. That unknown fetish of unwrapping the mystery. Diving deep in the sea of mystery and to calm the beast which is dying to know the mystery and to recarnate itself into an angel
– @ Cynthia

Curiosity.

I am a lifelong learner
A curious child,
I see something flying
In the blue skies.

I try to run & catch
I wish to touch it & sigh
I wish to know the beauty
That is flying up high.

I wish to touch
I wish to hold it,
But every time I try
It does slip away from my hands.

I smile, laugh & giggle
Trying to get hold of it,
Some thing blue, with pretty wings,
Flying up high in the blue skies.

I am a curious child,
A lifelong learner.
I see beauty in little things,
Like the one, I try to catch the blue butterflies.

Sanchali Desai